[Verse 1:]I grew up wishing my life would be like the Cosby'sI go that extra mile to escape this ghetto monotonySee how this vicious cycle could fuck with you psychologicallyYou better cooperate with the state or become they propertyBitch my name be breaking bail from the street to the jailhouseAnd it ain't no transaction unless I came with my scale outRoll in yo college, I just might fuck up and fail outFucking bitch after bitch, stacking my chips, all I care boutFuck with gba, bitch I need a cpa, come and count it upThousand thugs tryna catch him crowded around the busWe start to throw down, if you down to fuck, then you down with usI know hoes that'll smoke a stick, sloppy drunk, and get powdered upThis Corporate Thug World, they like you but they love the realestStraight Gary gangsta shit, didn't come up off no fucking gimmicks, bitch2Pac ain't back cause he got set up and shot in the chestBiggie ain't either, so won't y'all gon let them niggas rest?

[Verse 2:]A walking 187, 187 crazySick like Moammar Gadhafi, straight 187 babiesI reach for that reefer stench and my shit knocking Brotha LynchSo lock me in correctional, but you can't fix me or fucking see meYou know who you fucking with? A nigga who got shit to loseI got niggas that rob you and rape yo bitch if they in the moodCheck my record, I been a fool, semi autos all in my lockerFlow stupid like I rode the bus to school with Waka Flocka187 ways to die, bitch, this the end6 niggas put 600 holes in yo 600 BenzBitch, I'm murder proof, I'm a live foreverDuncan block, Virginia street, bitch, we the clique togetherAsk Pill who the real, bet he mention (Gibbs)Killing niggas in the 4th Ward, shout out to my nigga SlickShout out to my nigga Hit, West side murder catSome of my niggas flow, but most of them beat that murder rep